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DENZEL "Aren't you curious to know how he knows? I'm the only one who knows everything. I'm a ghost after all. One that only you can see," she said, her grin widening.Letting out a sigh, I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes. "What did you do?" I said."I possessed a living vessel," she giggled and my eyes shot open. "Of course I can possess the living, you didn't know that? It only works with weak people though. For example, your beloved mate," she stated, her tone dripping with mockery. This was bad. Not only did I have to protect Kiara from Adam and myself, I had to protect her from Deanna as well. Deanna grinned and leaned against my desk, propping her chin on her palm. "The look on your face is certainly priceless. Don't worry, I won't possess her," she said.Winking at me, she leaned closer and whispered two words. "Not yet."Frustration tightened it's grip on me, fueling my impatience. I couldn't stand the thought of Deanna corrupting my mate's body. "Stay away fro
KIARA A storm was coming. I could feel it. The wild look in Denzel's golden eyes was almost eery. Unable to do anything, I'd watched the shine in his eyes fade, and in its place was a cruel tempest. His rage was growing by the minute. It was overbearing, it was as though it had a life of its own. For the first time, I was afraid of him. And I hated it. His voice was icy when he spoke again."Why? Why did you keep it from me?" His trembling fingers tightened around the curve of my shoulders, to the point where it ached. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. In my head, I went through all the times I could've told him about Estella. The words "I should have" were all I could think about. There was no time to mull over my regrets. Darkness had fallen over my mate's handsome face. I needed to fix this. But what could I say?Truth was, the reason why I'd kept it from him was because there was a part of me that was skeptical. "I see..." Denzel muttered, his grip loosening. My eyes wid
KIARA "Denzel?" I whispered, tapping my mate's arm. When he didn't respond, my heart sank. The figure at the other end of the hallway was approaching us steadily. I had a feeling that this man was Denzel's father. My priority was to keep a good distance between father and son."Don't confront him," I heard Denzel say. His voice was so low, I had to listen closely."Can you stand?" I asked, and he let out a sigh."I don't think so," he breathed."That man is your father, isn't he?" I whispered. He inhaled sharply, his hands loosely resting on my waist."I don't know why...but there's something about him that's familiar. I feel like I've met him before," I told him, and he stiffened."W-what? That's not- ""Coward!" Denzel's father growled. The sunlight spewing from the windows reflected on him. I could see his sharp features. He had graying black hair, which was tied up in a ponytail. His moustache and menacing silver gaze made him look unapproachable. Even so, I could tell that
DENZEL That look in her eyes...It was sexy as fuck. Kiara had never struck me as someone who had a bit of crazy. But she had to be. There was no way she would gaze at me like that after my confession if she wasn't a little psycho. It was true after all. We all have our own darkness.Her tongue darted from her mouth and swiped across her lower lip, leaving a trail of moisture behind."Tell me more," she whispered, her gaze locked with mine.I raised a brow, studying her features intently. She wasn't afraid; I couldn't sense any fear from her. She appeared to be genuinely curious about me."What do you want to know?" I asked, reaching out to cup the side of her face. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering close for a few seconds. When she opened those eyes, they shimmered in the light, drawing me in."Why do you think you're a monster?" She asked, the words a breathy whisper.There she goes, asking me such an amusing question.Dropping my hand from her face, I sat down on my bed
KIARA I'd probably lost my mind for a moment, because when I realized what I'd just blurted out, I desperately wished to vanish into thin air. The air in the room had grown both hotter and thicker. I could see it in Denzel's eyes. Those golden eyes were a shade darker, and they were filled with lust. He cocked his head, his gaze pinned on me. I swallowed, heat creeping onto my cheeks."You don't mean that, do you?" His voice rumbled from his chest, sending a shiver down my spine.I didn't know how to tell him that I'd blurted those words in the spur of the moment. Somehow, when I'd seen the wounded look in his eyes as he spoke about Deanna, a fierce wave of possessiveness had latched onto me. Denzel was mine now. Deanna had no right to taunt my mate."I see what you did."Denzel's lips curved into a sly smirk as he leaned closer to me until we were barely a hair's breadth apart. "W-what are you talking about?" I stuttered, my eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other
DENZEL Several years ago, Tied up to an iron beam with my arms spread far apart, I was in agony. My shoulders felt sore, and my legs were trembling, threatening to give out under me. Forcing my eyes open, I squinted through my right eye, where dried blood caked over my eyelid. My left eye was swollen shut, and my body was too hot for comfort. How long has it been since the ritual began? Six days? Seven? I'd lost count of it. One would think that being the eight-year-old son of a king would mean that I would be treated with care. But the reverse was the case. Father had always reprimanded me because of my weakness. But, the moment he noticed that I was no longer the son he used to know, he had me partake in this torturous ritual. According to the priest, my body had become impure, and my mind was constantly being scavenged by darkness. Resting my face against the cold iron beam, I groaned weakly, my eyelids drooping shut. My stomach felt as though it was goi
KIARA "Can you do it now?" I asked, squinting at him. Although I was desperate, I was a little skeptical about how easy he made it sound. Even if he could create a barrier that could keep Lucas out of my head, there was no way he could set it up while he was in a weakened state. However, I had a feeling that he wanted to set up the barrier as quickly as possible. Denzel cocked his head, his gaze intense."You don't think I can do it right now?"I gave him a small smile as I reached out and took hold of his hand. "I don't want you to push yourself too hard," I stressed, maintaining our eye contact. "Kiss me," he breathed, and my eyes widened. I was startled by his sudden statement. We'd gotten to the point where exchanging kisses shouldn't be surprising. Still, I couldn't help but feel flustered. "Right now?" I squeaked, feeling my blood rush to my cheeks.Denzel did not give me a response. Instead, he cupped the back of my head, pulled me closer to himself and kissed me deepl
KIARA "....to Kiara!"I glanced at Cassy, puzzled. I'd been lost in thought. Therefore, I hadn't been listening to her before now. Two days had passed since the knife incident. But everything seemed to have gone back to normal. Denzel was back on his feet, attending to the kingdom's affairs. Regardless of the fact that Cassy was yet to talk about her problems, I was hopeful that she wouldn't keep me waiting for too long. I hadn't encountered Wren since Keenan told me about her release.Despite all of this, there was a strong sense of foreboding resting on me. The hair on the back of my neck stood stiff, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched by someone I couldn't see. Every few minutes, I found myself glancing back for any signs of my invisible stalker. The knots in my stomach just wouldn't ease up. It didn't help that I was feeling cranky and my back was starting to hurt. "Are you alright, Kiara?" Cassy asked. She was standing beside me in the kitchen. Althoug